Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get The F**k Outta Here, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Killer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.09.2010
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Get The F**k Outta Here |
Get the fuck outta here, Nena |
Get the fuck outta here, Paper |
Get the fuck outta here, Wall |
Get the fuck outta here |
Yeah, I’ma spitter, you other cats be on littler |
That’s probably why you just penny pushing and I’m bigger |
So you hate on me 'cause you like Paper and I’m gritter |
With two Biancas up on my arms like John Ritter |
Oh my goodness, is they talking shit again? |
When I been player on the day I became a U.S. citizen |
Haters keep witishen, I’ma take a lost but I’m finishin' |
Killer but squirer just like Percy Miller, no limits then |
I aim for digits, hundred percent of my people came to get |
He used to be bigger but became a midget |
Taken out of the game, livin' lame, he lived it |
So he gotta hate on the next man |
'Cause he don’t got the money |
We left him on the bottom, now he the ex Tech fan |
Get fuck outta my face, my mistake |
You gotta be hotter sittin' and watchin' me expand |
You take falls, I take her and take drawls |
They give you the weight stall, they give me the mate call |
You yank tall, love is me but hates y’all |
That’s why I’ma take all what pops in the great Wall, nigger |
If fraud is what you’re selling |
Get the fuck outta here |
When they lie you gotta tell 'em |
Get the fuck outta here |
If you steppin' to me wrong |
Get the fuck outta here |
You ain’t gotta go home |
But get the fuck outta here |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do |
Get the fuck outta here |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do |
Get the fuck outta here |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do |
Get the fuck outta here |
Get the fuck outta here |
(Tell 'em what to do) |
Get the fuck outta here |
(Tell 'em what to do) |
Get the fuck outta here |
(Tell 'em what to do) |
You ain’t gotta go home |
(Tell 'em what to do) |
Get the fuck outta here |
(Tell 'em what to do) |
I stay in the zone like twenty eight’s in a baggie |
A veteran stands here a rookie niggas at his knees |
Grab these, shove middle fingers in the sky |
Tell it like it is when I rap so y’all identify |
Start from the ground, formulate an enterprise |
Get outta here before you get punished and penalized |
I’ve been in fires to stay in this lane, homie |
I swear when I rap, I say it’s not a thang phony |
I’m icy, I’m shiny, tho I ain’t got a chain on me |
Even when I’m inside of in this booth I keep my thang on me |
And when it rains on me, I don’t complain, homie |
Eliminate the probs so I don’t have to strain, homie |
I talks a bunch of shit the haters wanna flame throw me |
Rappers ain’t got the balls or got a place they aim’s on me |
Get the fuck outta here, tell 'em Wall told ya |
Popper a done deal, every one of your soft soldiers |
If fraud is what you’re selling |
Get the fuck outta here |
When they lie you gotta tell 'em |
Get the fuck outta here |
If you steppin' to me wrong |
Get the fuck outta here |
You ain’t gotta go home |
But get the fuck outta here |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do |
Get the fuck outta here |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do |
Get the fuck outta here |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do |
Get the fuck outta here |
Get the fuck outta here |
(Tell 'em what to do) |
Get the fuck outta here |
(Tell 'em what to do) |
You ain’t gotta go home |
(Tell 'em what to do) |
Get the fuck outta here |
I do this for my partner standing out there on the block |
And do this for 'em haters on the sideline at night |
Despite what they be saying I just can’t seem to stop |
Gettin' this guap, I gotta a lot, partner, I’m almost to the top |
I gotta cop new watch, fresh grill and new cloths |
I’m trying to come back candy low, side ways on fours |
I gotta get that bread, it be money ova these hoes |
'Cause my friends be turning to foes and harsh words lead to blows |
They mad at me 'cause I’m the shit while they just shit |
And I get up off my ass and get it while they just sit |
They upset 'cause I’m getting bread while they layin' in bed |
Even tho I started off at the bottom I’m hundred miles ahead |
They still be talkin' dime on me try to slander my name |
'Cause I’m the main man but they change |
They hate me 'cause they hate me but please make no mistake |
Yeah, they know me but can’t stop me |
'Cause I’m Paul Wall the great, baby |
If fraud is what you’re selling |
Get the fuck outta here |
When they lie you gotta tell 'em |
Get the fuck outta here |
If you steppin' to me wrong |
Get the fuck outta here |
You ain’t gotta go home |
But get the fuck outta here |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do |
Get the fuck outta here |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do |
Get the fuck outta here |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do, what? |
Tell 'em what to do |
Get the fuck outta here |
Get the fuck outta here |
(Tell 'em what to do) |
Get the fuck outta here |
(Tell 'em what to do) |
You ain’t gotta go home |
(Tell 'em what to do) |
Get the fuck outta here |